12 Nov 2013 comments
Instead of talking, Josh announced he'd decided to go home. We both needed time to sort things out, he said, and he'd be back in the morning. I said something like, 'sure' and didn't believe him. He looked at me straight, and said, "No, I mean it!" And strangely, I knew he did. Somehow, doubt of Chad's truthfulness had fled, despite his obvious deception of more than 20 working days with me.
11 Nov 2013 comments
He showered first, and I shucked my filthy clothes, donning an old terry robe that would have to go into the washer first thing, anyway. I picked up Josh's clothes from outside the shower and took them to the washer. I moved to throw them into the top, when I realized just what I was doing.
9 Nov 2013 comments
Coach's still-warm, still damp jockstrap was in my hands. Something about the immediacy of it, and the vision of his enormous, even half-hard, cock, caused me to shove the fabric to my nose and grasp myself down below.
8 Nov 2013 comments
I shot 6 strong shots, until the rubber was bulging at the end like a small water balloon. I felt so weak that I knew I wouldn't have been able to stand. Phil giggled again, nervously, and then taunted me. "You're gonna have quite a time getting THAT thing off the bus without Old Man White seeing it!"
8 Nov 2013 comments
Slender, t-shirted with broad shoulders, and with faded jeans, one knee peeping through a tear in the cloth. He wore white sneakers, and I guessed that he wore size 10 or 11 at least. His eyes swept my direction and caught me staring at him before I could shift them away.
7 Nov 2013 comments
"Shit, you really dumped a LOAD, man!" he whispered in admiration. "You've got a big cock, too!" He teased me a bit further, all the while his fingers, far from having left their quest, were sizing my cock, still rock firm, through the wet slimy fabric of my shorts. "You're mighty wet, too..." He laughed, now past the immediate fear of my shouting and giving us away to the world.
7 Nov 2013 comments
"Binoculars," Johnny said. He looked over at his dearest friend in the world and smiled. Binoculars had, in years past, been point of disagreement: extra weight, and not used once. Tim had insisted and Johnny had fought.